I did not come from a broken home
I just wasn't never fixed
from being fractured at birth
no one bothered to claim the damage done
from all of the shame
I started counting the change
in my empty pockets to see what I was worth
feeling the strain of my generational pain
I have a few ideas but it's much too late
to call their names
they would rather let the truth lie
then to tell me why
in deep denial while all along
wearing a mask with a painted on smile
the facial expression that fooled me
when I was a child
the legacy I compile along with
the reason I care not to smile
knowing what lies beneath the pile
of stepped in aromatic foil dung
with my words many I've stunned
I never was able to hold my tongue